Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 412

He had toyed with the idea of Inviting that woman whose voice was a dead ringer for Brielle back to his hotel room, but he hadn’t snagged her contact Information after their last encounter.

Spencer’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he lowered his volce. “If you’re itching for it, I can satisfy you right here in the office,”

No sooner had the words left his lips than a cup of coffee splashed on his face. The brown stain of the coffee slid down his cheek, soaking through his sult to the white shirt beneath.

Brielle hadn’t expected Spencer to be so brazen, so utterly shameless. A colleague had brought in the coffee, but due to the morning’s positive pregnancy test, she hadn’t touched it, and it had gone cold.

Spencer wiped his face, unsurprised by Brielle’s retort. “Are you still holding out for Uncle Max to sweep you off your feet? Brielle, how low can you get?”

The more he insulted her, the more it pained him.

“Get out.” Brielle shifted her gaze to the computer, unwilling to waste any energy on such a

person.

With pursed lips, Spencer gave her one deep look and then pushed the door open to leave.

The colleagues outside saw his coffee–stained figure but dared not stare, all thinking Ms. Haywood was the real powerhouse.

Brielle who was cheap, it was him, so cheap that despite knowing

no outlet for his pent–up energy,

felt nothing but irritable. She had a sharp sense that Spencer had changed; his eyes held not only disgust but something more that made her feel endangered. But she

for Alivia, nearly putting her on a pedestal. And as for Max, he was already a figure of

felt no stirrings in her heart, nor did she call Max to ask about the details. She had long known Alivia’s

circus, this deluge of blessings, was Alivia’s warning shot. If Brielle showed any sign

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check on him, she would seem petty in comparison to Alivia’s poised and dunified

dropping to her belly with heavy thoughts.

computer, her gaze dro

Rowland Health

was dedicated to her service alone. The treatment rivaled that of any facility abroad. However, ever since her return, her spirits had been laul. Her hands lightly

her, but Martha just waved it away, “Max, why don’t you stay for dinner

but seeing Martha’s weary

expression softened, and she eventually drifted off to sleep.

Alvia approached, a smile appearing on her face upon seeing him still there. “Max, I thought. you’d have

his hand, but her expression remained unchanged. “Do you remember our last conversation? I asked if you had someone special, and you said maybe. What about. now? Have you